Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

0It was a moonless and windy night. Occasionally, dark clouds would cover the sky.    0

    

The dungeon in the Spirit Profound Martial House was divided into four levels, and were respectively used to imprison sect disciples, according to the sect rules. However, the current Long Bufan was imprisoning the fourth level, which was the most serious mistake.    

    

In the darkness of the cell, the occasional squeak of a rat could be heard. Long Bufan sat upright on the cold floor with all five of his heart facing the sky. Even though the shackles around his body had twenty times the gravity, it still did not affect Long Bufan's perseverance in cultivating in the slightest.    

    

His mind kept replaying the scenes of his battle with Fang Baiyu during the day as he studied the Intent Domain Laws his opponent infused in every attack.    

    

Inside the pitch black prison, it was impossible to see one's hand in front of one's eyes. It was a vast expanse of darkness that caused one's soul to be repressed. This kind of darkness seemed to be able to devour everything. If anything was to be fused within it, it would be devoured into a part of the darkness, making it impossible for anyone to resist the corrosion of this darkness.    

    

Long Bufan sat cross legged, and closed his eyes. Inside his veins, the Dark Origin Energy in his body revolved according to Long Bufan's will, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes fine, sometimes thick, the changes were different.    

    

Endless darkness engulfed his surroundings, and Long Bufan vaguely felt that his consciousness had entered into a void, a dark space.    

    

This place seemed to be shrouded in darkness. There was not a single light, and even sound had been cut off!    

    

Looking at this empty and dark space, Long Bufan's state of mind, from his initial state of fear, gradually calmed down.    

    

There seemed to be no concept of time here. Time seemed to have stopped, and in the darkness, there was only a single The youth's figure, moving forward slowly.    

    

One day. Two days. Three days ?    

    

After an unknown period of time,'s figure suddenly stopped at a certain point. He raised his head, looked at the dark void, and a hint of clarity appeared in his deep eyes.    

    

The corner of Long Bufan's mouth curled up slightly. I'm walking in the darkness, but I can't shake off the darkness ?    

    

Darkness, what is darkness?    

    

The source of the universe was darkness! And I am a part of the darkness!    

    

As his voice fell, it paused for a few seconds. The void of darkness suddenly began to distort, and formed a black vortex in Long Bufan's soul consciousness, repairing the soul injuries that he had received from Fang Baiyu's black sword.    

    

Long Bufan split out a strand of his consciousness and touched the black whirlpool.    

    

Bang!    

    

The wisp of Spiritual Sense seemed to have triggered a switch as an extremely strange aura spread out from the black vortex. It slowly began to spread out, covering the entire prison's surrounding space.    

    

The aura of darkness spread out, corroding all space, completely enveloping it in darkness, as if trying to pull a person's soul into the darkness.    

    

Immediately afterwards, Long Bufan felt a dark energy rush to his head, and his vision suddenly changed. Everything within a thirty meter radius around him was enveloped in darkness, whether it was moving or still, he could sense everything clearly.    

    

Long Bufan could even see the number of ants crawling about on the ground. No, it was more accurate to say that all of the information was automatically transmitted to his mind.    

    

In the dark cell, the dark vortex in Long Bufan's pupils immediately dissipated after his spirit sense had been separated.    

    

"What just happened?" Long Bufan was slightly surprised, this was the first time he entered into another strange domain while cultivating the Mysterious Devil Art.    

    

The thinking Long Bufan seemed to have grasped onto something, but it was hard to fathom. This kind of feeling was extremely profound, everything was very profound.    

    

Long Bufan was completely unaware that he had already made contact with the very first level of the Domain of Darkness Laws. Although he hadn't truly mastered it yet, it was like a key that opened up his new vision of martial dao.